Ugh. Never want *that* again.
Jul. 15th, 2016 06:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kengrI was in the final stages of cleaning things up for the inspection today when I suddenly realized that I was *way* too tired, dizzier than I should have been (I was hanging off the side of my bed, head down so I could get at some things with the handheld vacuum) and that I was sweating like there was no tomorrow,
Given that I was right in front of a fan, and the room temp was definitely into the "cool" range for me, something was obviously wrong.
All I wanted to was lie down and sleep. But I needed to get the cleaning done.
So I staggered over to the chair at the computer (bracing myself on various things along the way). I dug out the glucometer and did a test. 31.
Eep! 70 is when you are supposed to start worrying.
So I managed to grab a glass and carefully stagger over to the fridge (again making sure I had one hand on something at all times). I grabbed the bottle of cranberry juice cocktail and went back to the chair. After a couple of 8 oz glasses, I checked again. 103, so I ate a couple of things for some slower release carbs and some protien.
Half hour later it was up to 121 and I very carefully went back to work.
My best guess is that I somehow screwed up the Insuli-N injection, though I'm not sure how. And the exercise probably didn't help.
In any case, I'll be done in a few minutes (mostly waiting for the kitchen floor to dry) and then crash out. I'll still get a minimum of 2 hours sleep, and if I'm lucky, three of four.. If they start at the other end of the complex I'll be in great shape. If not, I'll just crash pout again after they check my apartment.
Wghile the bad reaction will make a nice excuse for having some things undone, I'd really rather have not had it.
The *only* good thing about it is that now I know what hypoglycemia feels like.
Given that I was right in front of a fan, and the room temp was definitely into the "cool" range for me, something was obviously wrong.
All I wanted to was lie down and sleep. But I needed to get the cleaning done.
So I staggered over to the chair at the computer (bracing myself on various things along the way). I dug out the glucometer and did a test. 31.
Eep! 70 is when you are supposed to start worrying.
So I managed to grab a glass and carefully stagger over to the fridge (again making sure I had one hand on something at all times). I grabbed the bottle of cranberry juice cocktail and went back to the chair. After a couple of 8 oz glasses, I checked again. 103, so I ate a couple of things for some slower release carbs and some protien.
Half hour later it was up to 121 and I very carefully went back to work.
My best guess is that I somehow screwed up the Insuli-N injection, though I'm not sure how. And the exercise probably didn't help.
In any case, I'll be done in a few minutes (mostly waiting for the kitchen floor to dry) and then crash out. I'll still get a minimum of 2 hours sleep, and if I'm lucky, three of four.. If they start at the other end of the complex I'll be in great shape. If not, I'll just crash pout again after they check my apartment.
Wghile the bad reaction will make a nice excuse for having some things undone, I'd really rather have not had it.
The *only* good thing about it is that now I know what hypoglycemia feels like.
